Bramblepoint I think you pissed off my sandwich.

With two wolves adding to the weight of the corpse, and the neck half rent-through on either side, the remaining ungulate used the last reserves of its strength to rear backwards in an effort to free himself. The deer fell away, crashing to the ground in a motion that was awkward and loud enough to grab Kavos' attention. His head bolted upright, mouth bloodied and full as he watched the stag scramble back to its feet, something large and cumbersome flailing from his confused-looking head—

Somewhat to the young wolf's astonishment (perhaps delight), he saw that the spared herbivore had unwillingly taken the head of his enemy, and was fleeing with it dangling in front of his face. It bounded away awkwardly, now challenged with his peripherals falling victim to swings of dangling sinew that whipped about from his former opponent's neck— now having to work twice as hard in order to be sure of where it was going. Kavos felt like laughing, but because it was such an odd feeling, he swallowed it back down, licked his chops, and then burrowed into the felled deer's belly with a ferocity that implied it had been a while since his last decent meal.